Chapter 1
Translations:
Imladris - Rivendell
Maerwen - Leah
Adar - father
Aranel - Sophie
Any other words that you are not sure about, please let me know. Constructive criticism welcome!
The halls of Imladris were bursting with activity. Every race in Middle Earth had sent a representative to attend the Council of Elrond. Almost everyone was rushing around, doing something. Almost everyone.
Amidst the luscious green trees on the border of the Last Homely House sat the youngest daughter of Elrond. Born one thousand years after Arwen, Maerwen was the young spirit of Rivendell. As most races of Middle Earth have trouble with elvish, Maerwen was known as Leah to most. Although she went hunting and patrolling, she was still considered an elfling. Her father, Lord Elrond, was extremely protective over Maerwen. She just needed to escape for a while, away from the crowds.
As Leah watched the people running around carrying out their duties, she wondered where her brothers had run off to. Elladan and Elrohir were most likely pranking people and getting into lots of trouble. Glorfindel had told them to calm down, but did that ever stop them? Leah chuckled quietly, imagining the horrors that they were inflicting on the dwarves and men of Middle Earth. She climbed down the tree and made her way back to the house when she heard the dinner bell. However, a snapped branch behind her caused her to stop. She paled drastically and spun around, ready to meet her foe.
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"Where is Maerwen, adar?" Elrohir turned to his father.
"Probably in a tree somewhere. She doesn't like having to deal with crowds. As for you two, how many times have I told you that covering people in sticky furniture varnish and feathers is not the way to greet guests? Elrond pierced the twins with his eyes. The boys looked sheepish, mumbled something about Maerwen, and ran off.
When will I ever get peace here? Elrond thought. He walked into the dining hall, now full with people, and took his seat at the head. "This is a joyful day for all. The last day of light. Dwarves, men, women, wizards, hobbits and elves all together for one last time. Please, enjoy this meal. May it bring hunger to an end." At these last words, everyone started eating. The dwarves, hobbits and men made mountains on their plates, the women and wizards taking less, and the elves taking the least. Elrond noticed that the seat to his left and the two seats to his right were empty. Three places to the left of him sat Sophie. She would surely know where everyone was.
"Aranel, where are Maerwen, Elladan and Elrohir? I haven't seen my daughter all day, and my two sons just ran off." Sophie had been given an elvish name, as she seemed to spend the majority of her time with the elves.
"My lord Elrond, Elladan passed me on the way here. He told me that he was going looking for Maerwen as she had not returned. Elrohir was with him. I have no idea where Maerwen has gone. My lord, the twins seemed worried. Leah does not normally run off like this. Not even when faced with a prank war." Elrond rolled his eyes at the last few words, but immediately felt worry in his stomach. Aranel was right, Leah does not run off. He stood up and tapped Glorfindel and Erestor on the shoulder. He walked out of the room, with his two friends following closely behind.
"Elrond, what ails you?" Glorfindel asked with a nervous look, clearly dreading the answer. Erestor looked at Elrond too, but with a confused expression. Elrond merely looked at them. "Elrond?" Glorfindel tried again.
"Maerwen is missing. She has not come for food and the twins cannot find her." Elrond finally replied. Glorfindel looked even more worried now, and Erestor became pale. Just as Erestor was about to speak. A scream from the woods reached their ears.
"ADAR!"